Inadvertently, I bid on two of the same lots in my auction pursuits. It looked as though I was destined to win dual donations of two dozen homemade cinnamon rolls. As I had hoped to do some last minute bidding on the other items in my cart, my commitment to accompanying on piano for Mass on Saturday afternoon stymied my efforts. Additionally, the auction ended during Central time….and I missed the close.
I did think that I could have slipped out during the homily to attend to my bidding, but that didn’t seem kosher. I came home to learn I had NOT obtained any of the items for which I battled. My consolation was that I upped the bidding at the very least, and saved myself four dozen cinnamon roll calories.
It was still great fun, and I can reclaim those calories with ease.
Way to use the word ‘Kosher’ to mean ‘Cool’! Very hip of you, mother.
True dat!